From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 71: Destroying the Demons
Sure enough, a small whirlwind arose, and within a few breaths, the whirlwind grew bigger and bigger.

Then the whirlwind split into two, two into four, four into eight, eight into sixteen, and all you can see is a whirlwind.

Although the whirlwind split up one by one, its power did not diminish in the slightest and it was much stronger than the old matchmaker's magic.

It was afternoon and the sun was slightly warm.

In an instant, dead leaves and gravel were blown up, and dozens of whirlwinds swirled back and forth.

Meng Yuan became calmer. Although this whirlwind was strange, its power was ordinary. At most, it could block the view and provide a place for a sneak attack.

"Hongniang, help me!" Wolf Two roared.

"Go!" I saw several whirlwinds heading towards Wolf Two, and then Wolf Two moved his tail and jumped into a whirlwind in front of him.

Meng Yuan immediately drew his bow and shot.

But there were several whirlwinds blocking the way ahead, and even the heavy arrows were deflected.

The red fox also took the opportunity to jump into a whirlwind, and then the whirlwind moved around, sweeping up rocks and dead leaves. It was impossible to tell which whirlwind the red fox and the wolf were in.

And dozens of whirlwinds were surging and rushing towards Meng Yuan.

Meng Yuan was not in a hurry. He drew arrows and shot at the whirlwind one by one.

After shooting several arrows in succession, the Red Fox and Wolf Two jumped from one whirlwind into another, trying to hide in the whirlwind and avoid the heavy arrows.

When the whirlwind was thirty steps away, a ball of fire appeared and immediately ignited the dead leaves in the whirlwind.

In an instant, dozens of fire dragons flew around, blocking the view, and all pressed towards Meng Yuan.

"Little gelder, godmother said if you can't beat him, just run away." Xiangling huddled in Meng Yuan's clothes, sticking her little head out, and spoke blankly.

"Hide it." Meng Yuan said, then he put the longbow on his back and drew his sword forward.

Xiangling was stunned for a moment and quickly retracted her head.

Meng Yuan used his full strength to push the Feixu skill forward, like a piece of light catkins blown by a strong wind, rushing forward to meet the dozens of whirlwinds of fire dancing.

Thirty steps were reached in less than three breaths. Meng Yuan seized the opportunity, mobilized his internal energy, and pressed a knife towards the whirlwind in front of him.

There was a sound of golden swords clashing, and the Fire Dance Whirlwind was also cut in half by a single blow. Most of Wolf Two's left arm and arm were cut off, and he collapsed to the ground, clearly no longer able to fight.

"You've broken through..." Wolf Two exclaimed in horror.

Meng Yuan ignored it and turned around to slash at the whirlwind behind him, but the red fox was extremely agile and took a step and jumped into another whirlwind.

In a moment, Meng Yuan was chasing, the fire dance whirlwind was traveling around, and the red fox was fleeing.

But even in the chaotic scene, Meng Yuan, with his Feixu skill, was still much faster than Xuanfeng Zhouyou.

The whirlwinds were broken up one by one, and soon only five were left. Seeing that she could no longer fight back, the red fox made another hand gesture, and the five whirlwinds merged into one, all pressing towards Meng Yuan, but she turned around and tried to escape.

However, although the whirlwind was fast, Feixu Kung was best at running in the mountains. Meng Yuan dodged immediately, and when he saw that the red fox had escaped more than ten feet away, he immediately took out his bow and arrow and shot it.

The arrow flew through the air and hit the red fox's left shoulder, causing her to fall to the ground immediately.

Meng Yuan had experience fighting with the old matchmaker, so he didn't go forward to check, fearing that the other party would use some secret technique to bewitch people again. He just stepped on the second wolf's head.

"The magic is mysterious and fascinating, but it can't withstand the power of a sword." Meng Yuan put the bow on his back and put the long sword against Lang Er's neck. "We meet again."

"You fought one against three and defeated them in a few breaths. It shows that a skilled person is brave." Just then, a deep voice came from not far away. Meng Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man standing more than 20 steps away.

The man was about fifty or sixty years old, with a messy black beard and tattered clothes. He had a pine hairpin on his head to hold his hair together, but it was still a little messy.

This man had a long sword on his back, and his clothes were tattered and dirty, but one could still tell they were Taoist robes.

Meng Yuan looked at the other person quietly, but felt that this man's shabby and slovenly appearance did not seem to be due to having lived in the mountains for a long time, but rather that he was just like that, that was his true nature.

Unable to distinguish friend from foe for a moment, Meng Yuan held his knife in guard, but saw the other party politely bowed and said with a smile: "Just now I saw the flames rising to the sky over here, and I knew there was a fight, so I came to see it. I have no ill intentions."

Before Meng Yuan could say anything, Xiangling poked her head out from under her clothes, her round eyes widening, "Oh! It's my godmother's lover!"

The old Taoist priest smiled and bowed, and Xiangling quickly bowed with her little paws in return.

"But is it Taoist Jingxu, the first disciple of the abbot of Chongxu Temple?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Fellow Taoist, do you recognize my master?" The old Taoist smiled happily, obviously accepting the name Jingxu.

"I am Meng Yuan, a disciple of the Ying family. I have been staying in your temple for a long time before. I have received the teachings of your respected teacher and benefited a lot." Meng Yuan said with a smile.

"So you are Uncle Master Ying's man. My apologies." The old Taoist smiled and bowed again.

Meng Yuan could only return the gift. He had asked Zhao Jingsheng before and knew that the senior brother of Chongxu Temple was about fifty years old, a little old man.

But Zhao Jingsheng only had good things to say and only praised his senior brother, and never said anything bad.

When he met him now, Meng Yuan felt that this senior brother of Chongxu Temple was ordinary, very worldly and polite.

Zhao Jingsheng said that his senior brother carried a long sword, went out at night, and went out to fight demons, which was truly heroic.

But Meng Yuan thought that he was clearly very cultured and not very heroic. Apart from being a bit sloppy, he was just a good man.

"Why don't you change your clothes?" Xiangling stretched her neck out and stared at Jingxu. "My godmother said that no matter whether you wear new clothes or old clothes, you have to be clean." She tugged at her small bag and headscarf to indicate that she was clean.

"I didn't bring any clothes to change into." Jingxu said with a smile. He was also very polite to Xiao Xiangling.

"Then why are you here?" Xiangling asked again.

"I'm here to exorcise the demon." Jingxu smiled amiably, without any demon-exorcising aura.

"..." Xiang Ling was a little confused. She snuggled in Meng Yuan's clothes, tilted her head, and then raised her head to look at Meng Yuan.

"I heard some things about Taoist Master Jingxu from Taoist Master Zhao Jingsheng." Meng Yuan asked with a smile.

"You are Uncle Ying's disciple, so we are not outsiders. There is no need to be polite." Jingxu took two steps forward and said with a gentle smile: "Now that I am out in public, I dare not use the name of Chongxu Temple. I use my lay name, Li Weizhen. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Li."

"Brother Li!" Meng Yuan and Xiang Ling spoke at the same time.

"If you want to talk, just talk. Can you please not step on my head when you talk?" One of Wolf Two's arms was chopped off, but he still had something to say.

As expected, Meng Yuan stopped stepping on it, politely withdrew his foot, and sheathed his sword.

"Why did you come to the mountains to exorcise demons when you weren't at home chanting sutras? I couldn't even find you chanting sutras when I went to burn paper!" Xiangling asked.

"Alas, I can't recite anymore. There are demons everywhere, even in my heart. But I don't have the ability to defeat the demons in my heart, so I can only come and get rid of the demons in the mountains." Li Weizhen said.

After hearing this, Xiangling stared with her big round eyes, scratched her chin with one little paw, and turned her head to look at Meng Yuan blankly.

　I have split one chapter into two. I still owe 8,000 words. I will post it after get off work.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)